A Lesson In Grief

Part 1 I have been the silent soul watching from the shade my hands stopped bleeding when reality poked her head in I was overcome with flames still, I became the mourning hollow, I could only murmur as the birds in your garden whistled a hushed melody I shuffle, wrapped in their song the ash of my grief flakes away outstretched hands pile with white lace so I wander lost and faceless knowing there is no going home today your ghosts still haunt our minds we aggrieved, still grapple at our loss